Dr. Qosu and Dr. Breya entered the room C4 just as Dr. Wan and Dr. Eisha began a transaction in C2.
"This is Mr. James Ferin. He's been a customer for a few years now - very loyal. This isn't a regular transaction, Dr. Breya. Please stand back and allow me to show you how we care for our ... special sponsors."
Dr. Breya, a brand-new doctor to the Institution, nodded vigorously. Satisfied, Dr. Qosu placed his hand against the glass and the doors slid open. Sitting regally in the armchair was Mr. James Ferin. He was a clean shaven, in a well-tailored suit, probably in his early 30s.
He stood to greet the doctors and shook both their hands as Dr. Qosu introduced him to Dr. Breya.
"This here is my ... new wife, Evelyn Wood."
The woman stood tall and proud, albeit curious - she was young, perhaps in her early twenties. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Qosu."
He inclined his head graciously to her. "Mrs. Ferin, welcome to the Institution-"
James cut him off. "I have my chip, Dr. Qosu - Evelyn is from the pure Wood family of New Los Angeles."
"I see... Mrs. Ferin have you ever had sexual intercourse with a male before?"
She squirmed slightly at his bluntness. "No."
"Have you had your first blooming?"
"No."

"Very well," he turned to James, a questioning look in her eye.
"Dr. Qosu, I came to see if my investment was worth it." James crossed his arms, a look of boredom on his face.
Dr. Qosu caught his meaning, a malicious grin painting his face. "We will find out, now won't we. Mrs. Feria, if you would just come with me please." He tugged at her wrist gently, motioning her out of the room.
She tugged back, refusing to budge, a look of confusion crossing her face. "What? What is going on?! James!"
Dr. Qosu sighed before pressing a button his remote watch. Within a minute, two security guards pushed into the room. He nodded to the woman and the guards, dressed in black gear, secured her arms behind her back and escorted her out - her violent yelling breaking the silence.
James lounged on the sofa, a cigar between his lips. "Oh, and Dr. Qosu - should she be perfect, I'd like her and I to be on ... good terms. Also, if you don't mind sending in Dr. Trevan in, I'd like to say hello," He winked.
Dr. Qosu nodded before tossing a glass panel to James. "The Woods are a good bloodline, but here. Just in case things don't work out, take a look at my stock. If you are more concerned about the infant appearance, those settings are at the bottom of the screen." He left the room, trailing the guards and Dr. Breya.
As he read through the blood sample he eyed Dr. Breya. She clung to her clipboard, excited. He hid his small smile - the board really does pick well for this job, he thought.
Satisfied with the report, he walked brusquely into the examination room.
The room was dark, save for three operating bright lights focused on the examination table in the center of the large room.
"What the hell is going on?!" Her piercing, angry voice roused him from his thoughts. A gorgeous woman, she lay on the table, modestly covered in only a thin white sheet, her wrists bound above her head. Her gold curls splayed out on the cold, metal table. Her ankles were strapped into the stirrups at the end of the table. On a second, smaller table beside her lay all his metal tools and equipment. As he neared the table, he stopped at her head.
Caressing her beautiful face, he murmured, "Dont worry, Mrs. Ferin - everything's going to be all right. This won't hurt a bit." The snap of his latex gloves filled the silence as she gulped. "This is illegal. Don't you dare-"
He ran his hands over his instruments as her eyes grew wide.
"Gag her."
Dr. Breya complied, only happy to be of help. Dr. Qosu tore away the thin white sheet, leaving Evelyn naked on the table. He grabbed his panel, jotting down notes. His gloved hands began at her feet as he felt for any odd lumps which may signify the sickness. Slowly, he made his way up her legs. He laughed as his fingers caressed her inner thighs, as she began thrashing wildly against her restraints.
He stroked her, in between her legs, at her center, almost thoughtfully.
He nodded to Dr. Breya and she opened a large, silver case. Large needles filled with different colored liquids were secured within it. She picked up a large injection filled with purple liquid and handed it to him.
Evelyn's thrashing resumed as her eyes grew wider. He pressed a button and the stirrups raised a few more inches exposing her butt. He grabbed a cheek, and the needle pierced her skin going in deep. She screamed.
When he finally pulled it out, she could hear him laugh.
She was seeing stars just as she realized what he was up to. His hands opened up her vagina - he swabbed the inside before holding out his hand. "Probe." Dr. Breya handed him something tube-like which he promptly stuck inside her. She thrashed as he painfully moved it around inside her. The doctors watched the monitor screen, before he pulled it out, slowly. Pulling off his gloves he walked slowly and methodically up to her head as she lay panting on the table, a look of sympathy crossing his face as he sat down next to her head. He dialed his glass phone and placed it on speaker.
"My dear, you are a carrier. Now, we have a few options. One is euthanasia. You, unfortunately will bloom soon - sooner now that we had to infect you with a dormant sickness in order to test you for the real one - and you will be in a lot of pain if you don't become pregnant. The offspring of those with the virus are the monsters you know which we are fighting to eradicate. There is a cure though! A simple surgery will remove your ability to have children. It will prevent the pain and the madness for sex and pregnancy although because of the way the virus works, it will cripple your looks and composition. What a shame."
He paused innocently, as if expecting an answer.
"What a shame, Evelyn. Ah well. Snip her." James' cold, calculating voice came through the phone.
"As you wish sir. As your legal owner, Mr. Ferin has made your decision, thank you. Please sign here." He forcefully opened her fists and pressed a finger against the contract in the glass tablet.
"Dr. Breya, if you would be so kind. Ms. Wood, you are no longer bound to Mr. Ferin. I'll send in another doctor or two in a moment. Dr. Breya, snip snip!"
She laughed gleefully as she rounded the head of the table tightening a mask on Evelyn's face. As Evelyn fought the drowsiness, she saw Dr. Breya pick up a scalpel and place it on her lower stomach in anticipation for the surgery.